I expect this is what death is like when you meet it. Sort of wildly unfair but inevitable.

Nothing in this world came out of satisfaction. Except the human race.

A man may own a ship, but unless he is captain of a crew he goes where the ship goes.

Nothing puts things in perspective as quickly as a mountain.

He knew by heart every last minute crack on its surface. He had made maps of the ceiling and gone exploring on them; rivers, islands, and continents. He had made guessing games of it and discovered hidden objects; faces, birds, and fishes. He made mathematical calculations of it and rediscovered his childhood; theorems, angles, and triangles. There was practically nothing else he could do but look at it. He hated the sight of it.

After three days without one, the desire to read a newspaper vanished. And really, one was happier without.

It is not possible to love and be wise.